Mansfield High School - Kernel Yearbook (Mansfield, WA)

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MOTTO Less than our best is failure CLASS COLOR Italian Blue and Gray CLASS FLOWER American Beauty Rose CLASS WILL We, the Mighty Class of '55, being of sound mind knowing that our absence from the halls of M. H. S. will sadden many a heart, do hereby declare this our last will and testament. To the faculty we leave the good behavior of the four underclasses next year. To Mrs. Evans, our advisor, we leave all our greasy finger marks on the window of the typing room. To the custodian we leave all the gum and wastepaper he can find under chairs and tables. To the Juniors we leave all our unfinished jobs. Are there any? To the Sophomores we leave our ability to get into as much trouble as possible. To the Freshmen we leave the good fortune of making a profit on their dances. To the incoming Freshmen we leave the ability of getting kicked out of class not more than twice a day, providing that they can get back in. I, Shirley Petersen, do hereby bequeath my ability of throwing ink on Mr. Miller's car from the top floor at the school to Elsie Glessner, providing that she hits it square and doesn't have to wash it off. I, Donna Rose, do hereby bequeath my knowledge of surrounding towns to any girl who can successfully meet a new boy every week, providing that she does not go to Bridgeport more than three times a week. I, Janet Avenell, do hereby bequeath my ability of going with one of Uncle Sam's boys to Bee Snell, providing that she sees him as often asldo. I, Catherine Jensen, do hereby bequeath my ability to laugh and be happy in Spanish class, no matter what the consequences, to Lorraine. I, Gerald Asmussen, do hereby bequeath my ability to be the only brain in school to Bob Murison. I, Jean Bowers, do hereby bequeath my ability of going steady with aboy to Darlene Nelson, providing that she doesn't go with him more than three weeks at a time.

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Sznicvn Claw, .7645 One cloudy September morning in 1951, nine proud freshmen entered M. H. S. We were a class of nine: Jerry Hansen, Ronnie Dezellem, Danny Miller, Gerald Asmussen, Janet Avenell, Jean Bowers, Ann Fenner, Donna Mae Rose, and Catherine Jensen. A few weeks later we came to school dressed as comic strip characters. What had happened? Initiation! An assembly was held, in which each member of the class performed. We held our return party on October 13. Games and dances were enjoyed by all. Shirley Petersen, from Withrow High School, enrolled in our class before the end of the first semester. We had only eight members during our sophomore year, Ann Fenner and Ronnie Dezellem both having moved away. The selling of pop and candy was our main project, which netted us about i p88.94, Our Sophomore Hop was held on March 21, with Hayes' Orchestra playing, Our junior year opened with six members, Danny Miller having moved to Pateros and Jerry Hansen being hospitalized. We ordered our Junior Class rings early in the year and received them in December. We held our Junior Class Play, Poor Papa , on December 5. Although there was some.trouble with the advertising, it was a success. Our Junior Prom was held on April 24. Jean Bowerswas the queen with the other girls in the class as princesses. The theme was Moonlight and Roses . We used cheesecloth with blue and gray crepe paper and roses for decoration. The big year had arrived! We were seniors, with the same members as our junior year. Our Senior Ball was held on October 16. Catherine Jensen was queen of this event, with the other girls officiating as attendants. They gym was decorated with roses, gray crepe paper, and the scallop from the float. Refreshments were served by our mothers. The Masters of Melodies from Cheney furnished the music. We went to Spokane on October 23 to have our pictures taken. Mr. and Mrs. Don Rose were our chaperons. The trip was made exciting by a sightseeing tour of Spokane and surrounding communities. We purchased the pencil machine from the class of '54. It was a profitable invest- ment. We sold pencils at the P. T. A. Carnival. An award was given for each pencil that had a special mark on it. Our Apple Blossom Princess was Janet Avenell. In the spring, we went on an educational trip, This page sponsored by: PARRY TRACTOR AND IMPLEMENT COMPANY Waterville, Washington

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It is the evening of June 1, 1980. The class of 1955 of the Mansfield High School is returning for its first class reunion in twenty-five years. The class has asked Shirley Petersen to be the Mistress of Ceremonies at the banquet, as she was their senior class president. All members, including Mrs. Evans, are present. The M. C. speaks: Fellow class members, this is a very important day. We are celebrating our first class reunion in twenty-five years. Each one of us has led quite an interesting life. I am now going to ask each of you to summarize what has happened to you in the past twenty-five years. We will start with Mrs. Evans, and continue from the eldest to the youngest. Mrs, Evans, our senior class -advisor, has some very interesting news for us. Don't forget she is the 'one who planned this reunion. fApplauseJ Thank you. I am still teaching home economics and commercial subjects at dear ol' M. H. S., but I have acquired another job, that ofprincipal. These duties keep me rather busy, but during my spare time I take care of the children of former students. fApplausej You're next, Grandma Petersen, says Donna. Since she was the oldest member of the class her classmates have been calling her Grandma since 1955. Thank you for the introduction, Donna. I am no more a grandma now than I was twenty-five years ago. My ambition to be a beauty operator has been fulfilled. I am now working on Mars, curling the hair of the Martians. Jean pipes up, I thought all Martians were bald. Yes, they are, and that complicates matters. I spend my spare time flying my space ship around outer space. My passengers are alumni of M. H. S. who are going back to earth for their class reunion. fApplauseJ Gerald Asmussen, the better half of the class, is next. Gerald, what have you to say? Since I have left M. H. S. I have acquired the habit of speech making. I think the Business English class whichlattended during my senior year has helped me a great deal. The first rocket ship to leave the earth contained two Worfle ducks. It landed on Pluto and there, with an abundance of sunshine and fresh air, the Worfle ducks multiplied. I now own a large plantation on that planet which contains about 967,432,789,433,661,000 Worfle ducks. I sell them for 31,000 each to retired school teachers who use them for Skeet shooting at Touhey. Janet asks, How are you getting along with Myrene? Well, now that you ask, I've been so busy watching her and the Worfle ducks that I was almost late to this reunion. By the way, did you know that the Waterville Bakery has closed? QGerald sits down, applausej All right, Jean, you're next. After that splendid speech I'm afraid I don't have very much to say. fLaught'erl After Bob and I broke up I decided to go to Jupiter in search of another lucky man. Lucky or unlucky? Tootie asks. fLaughterJ I found that this planet contains only women, so I came back to earth to make up with Bob. fcontinued after grade school section.J This page sponsored by MEL'S BARBER SHOP, Waterville THE COMBO, Mansfield WATERVILLE VARIETY, Waterville YOUR POLKA DOT STORE, Bridgeport